Morning frost

Dawn broke her back against the skies of dying stars
Whispering in the coldness of her mourning mist
Not a word she dear speaks passed her cold pale lips
Night dressed in darkness
She sings a song, sailing into the cold black clouds of loneliness
In nightscapes of deadly dreams she ponders
Wishing upon a star as it's death is now complete
Walking a long a polluted shoreline cutting her feet
Dead trees laced with a morning frost
Falling silent in the moment when everything becomes lost.